I think the biggest point that LeeRoy got from all of this was the fact that he had fucked up somewhere around halfway through his rant. The massive man pulled the gauntlet from his hand and clenched his fist. LeeRoy's eyes trailed up from the fist to Maxwell's face. Oh boy. 

A smile.

'You have officially fucked up.'

"Yep."

He closed his eyes and pressed his head against the back of his helmet to best possibly brace himself for this punch. No, it wasn't going to do much. In fact it was going to do almost nothing. But it was more for his sanity's sake. With a punch so swift it would take a normal man's head off LeeRoy was struck right in the jaw. Without his helmet this would have likely knocked his block clean off. But we'll assess the damage after he lands.

Lands? 

Yeah. He's flying. LeeRoy's face was struck with so much force that he was sent flying backwards over the surface of the sand. The wind ripped against his increasingly sore face, that was surprising. Why? Well he didn't expect to already be upside down, he was flipping through the air with the momentum from that punch. As his flight began to slow down LeeRoy's face was met with a fuckton of sand, he flipped a few more times in the sand. Sending huge clouds of sand into the air as he struck the gritty surface. By the time LeeRoy had landed in the dirt he was damn near invisible behind the cloud of sand. 

He slid to a half on the sand and just laid there. 

'You fucked up so bad.'

[i]Yeah. I really fucked up.[/i]

The scientist checked himself over, wiggling his toes and fingers and then his arms and legs. [i]At least I'm not paralyzed.[/i] And that's when the pain returned from the shock of it all. LeeRoy's face was screaming in agony, and so was he. Oh hey, he hadn't noticed that he was screaming. Hooray. In fact he hadn't noticed a couple things. 

First off he's got both of his hands on his face, holding it tightly and muffling his screams. From his neck down he was in fact convulsing and writhing on the ground. This was understandable for someone who's barely over a low tier getting punched by a high tier. Finally there was a lot of blood, his hands were soaked in the stuff. The low quality reddish grey blood was coating his palms and actually seeping through his fingers. 

'That's bad.'

[i]Oh yeah. I'd be willing to bet that my face is screwed up pretty bad.[/i]

'No sense in delaying it.'

[i]Nope.[/i] He lifted his hands away from his face and closed his visor, flicking on the self observation. Oh Jesus Christ. Let's start with the least ruined part. His nose was shattered and pressed flat against his face, damn near completely crushed. Second was the fact that his front teeth were all in the back of his mouth, that was disgusting in more than one way. And last but certainly not least of these observations was his jaw. LeeRoy's jaw was literally hanging off of his head, almost completely split in two and functionally severed from his skull. Trying to move it was excruciating and fruitless so he just let it hang. 

'You just got wrecked.'

[i]I am very well aware of my current situation.[/i]

'Should you apologize?'

[i]Are you serious? Even if I wanted to I couldn't, did you not see my jaw?[/i]

'You're a stubborn asshole, you know that?'

[i]To be fair, he punched me in the face.[/i]

'After you insulted his god.'

[i]Shut up.[/i] LeeRoy struggled back to his feet and started a very slow and deliberate walk back to his ship. His body was, overall, rather unharmed from the punch. Since it was a punch to his face he was left only in pain from the neck up. But the slow walk was to keep it from getting any worse. LeeRoy kept his visor down to prevent Maxwell from seeing the damge that he had caused. 

Yes. He's that prideful. 

'Today is not your day.'

[i]I know.[/i]